(Dedicated to TamEva Le Fay)
Whose dervish dance do I see outside my window,
swaying the tallest Tree?
Royalty, in her sweet, kind-Hearted presence...
Her lush velveteen skirts, golden burnt sienna.
Her Royal Highness has disguised Herself,
...a graceful old Oak...
I glimpsed her ethereal smile in spaces
where yesterday lived Leaves.